[It's kind of absurd, and he gives a little laugh. It's new for him, too--normally he's being dragged (or dragging someone else) to a bed, grasping, testing with their hands. It's instinctual, versus this which is...

...Well, it's like a doctor conducting a checkup.]

I suppose I should clear the area. If you'd like, you can help yourself to something to drink.

[It's not like there's a shortage of booze here. Ianchus drains the glass on the bed and then sets it on the floor, then pushes the books aside--history books, the majority of them. Biographies of controversial figures and (a novelty for him!) controversial writers. He's a little more appreciative with them, piling them to the side.]

Mmm. Perhaps we should have grabbed rope from the Lounge.

[He knows he's a struggler, after all.]